Absolute rubbish

I used to have friends.

I like to pretend they were swept away in the endless currents of life, taking us all on different paths of career, adventure and family.

If I’m honest, they probably left because I was always talking trash.

I am Cone Alone.

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No change, of heart

I was planning on calling you after so long.

I was planning on saying I’m sorry.

I was planning on telling you it was all my fault.

I was planning on crying, for once.

But I was out of quarters.

I am Cone Alone.

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Divided

I’ve been coming here for the last four years. I knew what I would find.

I would find what I lost on the other side. What I cannot reach.

I don’t see a solution. I feel we may always be separated.

If only I get could get a message through.

“I’m ok. I’m here.”

“I miss you.”

I am Cone Alone.

A sign blame

I didn’t even want to be here.

And now my parents or legal guardian will find out and I’m going to be in big trouble. And then I can’t ask you-know-who (not Voldemort, duh) to the prom. And then my life will be ruined.

All because I let my friends talk me into this stunt.

We should have stopped, but we didn’t. We couldn’t.

This is a bad sign.

I should have been octagone by now.

I am soooo grounded.

I am Cone Alone.